Scars of Pendanski Chapter 8: GoodBad Ending, a holes fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own Holes. Never have and most likely never will.

Ending 3: 50/50 ending

WARNING: Contains Babydanski and a sad/happy like attuide

"Lift up your shirt." The officer said. Mom's eyes widened, "Why?"

"Just do what I tell you." The officer said. Mom complied. He untucked his shirt and lifted it up. He wore a plain white t-shirt underneath. The officer lifted the back up first. His eyes widened.

There are whip marks on his back and burn markings on it as well. The officer pulls out his walkie-talkie, "Sir, we may have acts of torture aganist some of the workers here. Permission to investigate?"

"Wait for me to get there, officer."

"Roger that."

Pendanski's POV

I stared at the ground as the policemen looked at me with questioning gazes. They knew something was wrong but they didn't know what. I was shaking and I need a knife. The officer had taken mine. I had told them everything already.

They knew I was the cause of the scars on my stomach and left leg. My dad did the ones on my back and right leg. They knew what he did besides that. They knew I had illegally changed my last name to Pendanski. Knowing all this, they were unsure what to do with me.

Marion was sitting next to me still, holding my hand uncomfortably while handcuffed to the bench. They had handcuffed him there since they think he run. "You okay?" He asked, whispering.

I shook my head, "N-no. I-I wanna go home now. I don't wanna be here. I'm scared."

He nodded, "I know. Come here." He said and I leaned aganist him. "Shhhusssh, don't cry."

"I-I don't wanna go to jail." I said. I really didn't, who does? I was scared of what might happen. Marion and I wouldn't be together and I knew I wouldn't survive without him. "Marion, please don't let them take me to jail." I whimpered.

"J-Jacob, I can't stop em' if they do." He said. I sobbed harder.

"No! Please, don't let them. I-I have a g-gun." I whispered. His eyes widened, "No! We are not doin' that." He said.

"Please! Marion, please I'm so scared!" I begged him. He shook his head, "No! Jacob, we'll find a way."

"This is the way! Please, Marion! I-I don't wanna go to jail! I-I-I-" I couldn't speak, sobs escaping my lips and racking my whole body. The cops looked at us every once and awhile but didn't really pay us to much attention. Marion didn't speak to me for a long time until finally he looked up at me.

"Jacob, I'm sorry. I, we, aren't going to do anything about this, a'right? You-you can get the help you need and...You know that's all I want for you."

"Bu-but they'll take me to jail." I whimpered.

"But, you KNOW they're gonna go easy on ya'. After all that you've been through." Marion looked behind me and singled for someone to come over.

"Yes, Marion?" Alan laughed.

"Call me that and I'm gonna go back to jail for murder. Now, you boys care bout' Jacob, right?" He asked.

"Of course we do." Theodore said.

"Than tell the cops and judges about him. Tell em' how he has been tryin' to help ya' and how he should go easy on Jacob." Marion said.

The boys looked at each other, than at me, than back to Marion. "Okay." They said in union.

"Hey you boys get away from them! They're dangerous!" I guard yelled at them. They moved away from us.

"See. You're gonna be okay." Marion said and I nodded.

"Thanks." I whispered and he gave a small nod.

"No, problem. Your my little brother and I do anything for you."

A memory flashed before my eyes.

"Marion," Jacob said, staring up at Marion. Tears in his eyes. His father had beat him again. He had a broken nose and a black eye.

"Yeah?" Marion asked, holding the younger and smaller boy close.

"Promise...promise me you'd do anything for me."

"Wh-what?"

"Please, I wanna know that you'll do anything for me."

"Of course I promise. I'd live, die, and kill for you." Marion said.

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you, too."

That night, Mr. Conrade, father of Jacob Conrade, died. He was mudered in his sleep by a twenty five year old Marion Sevillo. Marion went to jail for a long time, but since Mr. Conrade had escaped a death sentence numerous times, Marion was released early and put on parol.

Just as quickly as it came it disappeared. I looked at Marion again. "Seriously, Marion, thank you for everything." I say. He leans forwad and kisses my lips. "Don't worry bout' it, little brother."

I smile before a few cops come towards us and seperate us.

"You doin' okay in there, Mom?" Rex asks, holding the button.

I give a small nod, "Uh-huh. How's Marion been doin'?"

"Okay. He's worried about you." Theodore says. Alan, Ricky, and Jose nod.

"Oh." I say and sctrach my neck. The skin around my neck is sore. My gray uniform is too sctrachy and it feels like it keeps getting tighter. "Tell em' I'm fine." I say than cough. I'll be getting out in a few months, I've only been here for five in a half years. Marion still has six more years to go.

"You know, we would like to see you when you get out." Jose says.

"Oh?" I ask.

"Yeah. We can visit you where ever you are." Alan says.

"That'd be nice." I say and my thoughts drift back to Marion. Hope he is okay. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him. Trust me, five and a half years gives me plenty of time to think.

"So, what are you gonna do when you're out, Mom?" Ricky asks.

I shurg, "I am going to go back and get my degree in medicine. I still wanna help people." I say. It's true.

Rex smirks, "You have a heart of gold, Mom."

I smile, "Thank you."

They soon have to leave and I lay down in my cell once more. I feel someone move into bed behind me. Hands wrap around me and move into my pants. I tense. "Hold still, little J." My cellmate whispers.

"My big brother will kill ya' if I tell him what you're doin' to me." I say. It's mostly true.

"And what is your brother gonna do to me?" My cellmate laughs and plays with the waistband of my boxers.

I smirk, "He's gonna sneak in here while you are sleeping, cut off your testicles and shove em' up your arse." I say and he is so freaked out he leaves my bed. I let out silent laughs and try to get some sleep.

Later on in the night I feel nothing but an explosion of pain in my lower body. My cellmate pushs into me without hesitation and begins to thrust. I gasp and try to fight him. "St-"

He clamps a hand over my mouth, "Shut it. Your big brother and gonna help you now." He laughs and pushs inside me again.

It is a long, painful, night.

So...good news and bad news!

Good news is, I got my degree in medicine and Marion was supposed to come home today!

Bad news is, Marion is dead.

That's right, dead. Gone. He-he died last night. In his cell. He had a slit throat, his partner had killed him. It's not fair. It was just one more day. One more day.

No one's POV

Sometime passes and Jacob Sevillo (not Conrade, not Pendanski, Sevillo) has not been seen for days. His neighbor, an elderly lady who is like a mother to him, walks into his home and finds he is dead. His wrist is slit and blood stains the walls and floor. She is horrorfied.

The ambulance comes, taking away his body. He had multiple scars on his legs, stomach and back. Carved into his left arm is two different names.

Marion Sevillo

Mr. Sir

The boys, who are now men, of D tent come to his funeral. They talk about him and "Mr. Sir". Most things are good. Some are bad. They all cry. They find a letter in his pocket and it is read at his funeral.